“Perfect, because I don’t like killing the weak. I just need to confirm that all of these assassins deserve to die.” Ashton lifted his head and strode forward, making no effort to conceal himself.
“My lord, you-”
Eunice jumped in fright. She never imagined he would brazenly storm into the Assassin’s Guild’s headquarters. How arrogant could he be?
Everyone in the Assassin’s Guild was a master of killing. They would deliver a fatal strike at the first opening. “Stay here. You’re in charge of cleanup if anyone slips through.”
Ashton’s terrifying bloodlust swept through the entire building like a raging storm. His voice was that of a demon who’d clawed its way out of mountains of corpses as he said, “All of you, come to your deaths!”
That single sentence was like a stone thrown into a vast lake. It sent waves of killing intent rolling. The pressure piled on in crushing layers, bearing down on Ashton’s shoulders like a mountain.
Centered on the building, a sealed barrier formed rapidly, blocking Ashton’s escape.
“Who dares run amok in the Assassin’s Guild?” From the darkness, a hoarse voice rose like a ghost.
“The Legion’s deputy head, codename–Grim Reaper,” Ashton answered. He spread his spiritual consciousness, locking onto every assassin hidden in the building.
The Assassin’s Guild was notorious. Anyone who was one of theirs had blood on their hands, so there was no chance of Ashton picking the wrong target.
At his words, the assassins hiding in the dark sucked in sharp breaths, their killing intent turning even icier.
“The newly appointed deputy head of the Legion! I didn’t think he was that young. Still, he’s not too bright, is he? He’s charging into the tiger’s den alone.”
“The Grim Reaper’s head is mine!”
“Think about how humiliated the Legion would be if its new deputy head died at our hands!”
“Kill him!”
In an instant, chaos broke out. Threads of killing intent intertwined, and jagged breaths clashed. All of them tried to throw off Ashton’s judgment.
Eunice’s blood ran cold as she hid behind Ashton. Her heart sank to rock bottom. This was hell!
In a heartbeat, two figures leapt from the shadows. Their blades flashed and radiated frostiness. Two A–ranked experts attacked at once, aiming straight for Ashton’s vital points.
With two bone–shaking impacts, the attackers were blasted backward, their bodies shattered and broken. One long blade clattered to the floor, while the other was caught in Ashton’s hand.
He gripped it, and black flames surged in his eyes as he entered slaughter mode.
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All this time, he’d kept his murderous intent suppressed, never fully unleashing it. Now, he had his chance, and there were plenty there who deserved to die.
It was… exhilarating.
“My lord, please be careful. If things don’t go well, we must retreat in time…” Eunice could clearly feel Ashton’s demeanor changing. He was like a true Grim Reaper walking out of hell, but she still worried for his safety.
No one had ever stormed into the Assassin’s Guild and walked out unscathed.
Before Eunice could finish, Ashton’s figure vanished from her sight. With her current cultivation, she saw only streaking afterimages. She couldn’t follow his movements at all. All she could see was cold flashes of light that reflected off the blade.
Within a single breath, her eyes dilated as she watched several assassins‘ heads burst skyward before landing on the ground with thumps.
In an instant, the shadowed building was flooded with terrifying killing intent and the stench of blood.
The massacre continued, leaving Eunice transfixed. Every time she moved her eyes, another head fell. Every swish of the blade in Ashton’s hand took one assassin’s life.
The killers who prided themselves on concealment had nowhere to hide before Ashton. They were lambs to the slaughter.
But what stunned Eunice most was Ashton’s technique.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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